Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: A Western Monk and the Scene of the Strange Train Accident
Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Arriving at Jingli Plaza Station, the dad in the white shirt nodded at Shuhang, then with his wife, he moved to a good spot near the exit, preparing to get off at the next stop.
He had thought to leave Shuhang a business card, but he took his family on an outing this time, and did not carry a business card with him, so he abandoned this thought. Besides, they were strangers who met by chance, and wouldn’t meet ever again… probably.
There weren’t many people getting on at Jingli Plaza Station. Once the door opened, the people on the train got off and the people on the platform lined up and got on.
The last person to get on was a tall, bald white man who was incredibly eye-catching.
White bald men were not a rare sight, but a baldy with neat six-dotted discipline scars was truly a rare sight.
This was an authentic Western monk who was over two-meters tall, with a shiny bald head. In this scorching weather, he was still wearing a thick frock that wrapped him completely. He also pinched a ring of prayer beads and muttered incantations, appearing very professional.
Nowadays, was being a monk really a profitable profession? Even foreigners were fighting for such a job now?
It was said foreign monks had it easy, coming a great distance from abroad; their popularity had to be flourishing, right?
When the people on the subway saw the Western monk, they all kept a distance from the latter; it was such a hot day that they felt distressingly hot just from watching him. If they were up close, they would feel heat from the Western monk blowing against their faces!
Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at the Western monk; the monk not only had a large physique but also had much more qi and blood than ordinary people. His mental energy was terrifyingly strong. In the state of ‘vigilance,’ Song Shuhang could sense the disparity in mental energy between him and the monk. If Song Shuhang’s mental energy was a light bulb, then the Western monk’s mental energy was a large searchlight!
However, the large monk seemed unable to control his strong mental energy, as he let it disperse arbitrarily into the surrounding.
This guy isn’t a normal person, but a cultivator? Song Shuhang conjectured.
He closed his eyes again and entered the state of vigilance, using this state to cover his own presence. Before attaining enough power, he did not want his ‘cultivator’ status to be revealed; he knew deeply of the troubles associated with revealing his status now.
After boarding the train, the Western monk looked around, seemingly searching for something in the car, and then knitted his brow tightly.
Afterwards, he did not make any moves, and just stood in the car while reciting scriptures in Chinese with precise enunciation; this foreigner’s Chinese was probably at least a level eight.
The train started up slowly, and the passengers couldn’t help but sway lightly as the train accelerated.
Jing Li Plaza Station to the next station was the location in the suburbs, and the total distance was about four thousand four hundred meters, which belonged to one of the more distant stations. Moreover, all the tracks were underground. Due to many byways and turns, the train couldn’t speed up on this route, and it cost thirteen minutes to get to the next station.
The dad in the white shirt carefully hugged his daughter, but the little girl who was deep asleep squirmed restlessly, having lost Song Shuhang who was a human-shaped cooler.
The young mom waved her delicate small hand near her daughter in an attempt to disperse the surrounding heat. Same as within the metro, because there were too many people, the train car also felt hot and dry.
The train ran for about six minutes.
Song Shuhang knitted his brows, and assumed the horse stance firmly.
Soon after, the train shook violently, and the hanging straps swung up and down, colliding with each other.
The passengers did their best to grab onto nearby handrails, handholds, and hanging straps, but they still reeled left and right. Some did not stand firm enough and fell onto the ground, “Waaah, what’s going on!?”
“Damn it! The turns on the track weren’t so sudden before!”
“Ahhh!” the young mother fell on her butt near Song Shuhang, and she teared up as her butt hurt badly.
The dad in a white shirt took two steps back, and he too couldn’t stabilize his body, falling backwards.
Song Shuhang shifted two steps forward and pushed the man in the white shirt on the back lightly. He used soft strength, which was an application of Basic Buddhist Fist Technique.
The dad in the white shirt stabilized himself and expressed his gratitude when he turned around to see a gentle Song Shuhang, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome… the swaying isn’t over, hold tight.” Song Shuhang said.
In the state of ‘vigilance,’ his five senses were sharper than ever; the train braked suddenly, resulting in each section of the car shaking violently. This violent shaking was not just a single wave, but would continue until the train stopped.
Did an accident happen up ahead?
As he thought, “bang bang bang~” the train shook more violently, even the entire car was shaking.
At the same time, the emergency alarm in the train sounded.
All the lights in the train died out, and the passengers fell like dominos; many cried out in pain as they were sent flying and hit the train’s walls.
Under these circumstances, Song Shuhang could barely stabilize his own body.
The young mom on the ground cried out in fear as she was dragged away by inertia. The dad in a white shirt held onto the handrail with one hand because of Shuhang’s advice, but the inertia was still too great and he was unable to hold on as he fell down sideways.
The girl was sent flying from her dad’s arms. Her eyes opened wide, filled with fright.
Seeing this, Song Shuhang reached out hurriedly with hands formed as dragon claws using soft strength to catch onto the little girl’s shirt. At the same time, his wrist trembled lightly, and he used agile strength to sever the influence of inertia on the loli’s body, bringing the panic-stricken girl into his embrace.
Inside the train was somber; Song Shuhang’s range of vision was limited by the darkness. The loli snuggled tightly in his arms, not daring to move. Although she was frightened, she was well behaved enough not to cry.
“What happened?”
“It derailed? Or flipped over? Ouch, it hurts like hell.” Someone shouted in fright.
“Help me, my body’s pinned… ouch, I can’t move.”
“No… cough cough. I must be dreaming.” The injured people moaned in pain.
“Don’t push down on me… get off of me! My ribs are broken~”
In the surrounding, blubbering and cries of fear and pain caused the train car to become even more chaotic.
Someone shuddered as they took out a phone and used the phone’s flashlight function to light up the car. Once the light shone, even more people screamed in shock.
The bloody scene made one wonder—were they filming a horror movie?
There was blood everywhere; because of the ramming earlier, bloodstains dyed the car’s walls red; the car was like hell. A few windows were shattered, and several glass shards pricked the passengers by the windows as they leaned weakly against the walls, unable to move. There was even someone who was penetrated by a large piece of glass lying on the floor, and it was unknown if this person was dead or alive.
Many were bleeding and badly bruised, pressing on their wounds in vain. Because of the lack of self-rescue knowledge in emergency situations, the passengers did not know what to do.
“Ough…” the passenger who turned on his phone immediately turned it off and let out a puking sound.
The man in a white shirt that fell on the ground, other than spraining his arm, was fine; the young mother hit her back on the seat and cried in pain, but luckily she had no other injuries. Both of them looked towards the daughter who was in Song Shuhang’s arms, letting out a sigh of relief.
Song Shuhang watched this hellish image, but simply frowned.
‘Strange.’ He was confused inside. The shaking in the train wasn’t that strong, right?
Even the windows were shattered? Moreover, there were even people who were penetrated by the glass? More ridiculous was that half the car’s walls were dyed in blood! How much blood was needed to do that?
Derailing and flipping over didn’t even have that much destructive power.
If a car shaking slightly for a few times could have such destructive power, then how could this be called a train? It should simply be called express train to hell!
“Sh*it!” like a tall black bear, the Western monk got off the ground and pushed aside random debris on his body.
He looked at his surroundings that was a bloody scene, and sneered.
Next, he pulled apart his prayer beads, and formed a Buddhist hand seal, reciting a scripture in a sonorous voice.
The loud sonorous voice echoed throughout the train car, even suppressing all the screams of the injured.
“What the hell’s this foreigner reciting?”
“It seems like a ghost warding Buddhist scripture?”
“Retard! The place is like this, and he’s still here chasing away ghosts?”
The tall Western monk turned a deaf ear to the curses, and flipped through the scripture, continuing to recite aloud.